Once again, we comb the airwaves to bring you the music you don’t want to hear. This week:
Yo…all. This one goes out to all my players out there, who sleep too heavily to hear their girlfriends banging around the loft, packing all their belongings and vacating the premises; and who then drown their sorrows by listening to Bobby Vinton at chipmunk speed. You know who I’m talking about.